Chapters 111 through 120

(This page is dedicated to the stories of Snow in Waddington Willows written by Sherry Brandon)

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"Oh I could kill him!" Raif stroked Liz's half-fallen hairdo, as she completely pulled it down in frustration, "Now there. Don't let ol' Ed get to you. I'm sure things will work out with Snow and Mike." Liz was desperately trying to hold back her tears as she sat on the bench near her painting spot, "How? I can't even get her to talk to me...my own daughter!" Raif watched as Liz fidgeted with her fallen hair in frustration. He then took it in his hands, "She'll come around. Here, just leave it down. It's too beautiful to put up." As he brushed his fingers through her crimson hair, Liz hardly noticed as her thoughts were elsewhere. "It almost seems as if there are no decent men in this village except for Mike...and you," she added quickly. "I mean with Edward, and Neville...and then look at Nigel! Heavens! How can a girl get any sleep at night!" Raif continued to caress her hair, "Well, I don't know about the girls, but what about this woman, here? Does she sleep well at night?" Missing his point, Liz was still caught up in her own world, "Oh, if only her father were here! Richard would teach that Edward a thing or two! He'd march him STRAIGHT to the gallows for the whole kingdom to see!" Raif slowly dropped Liz's hair at the mention of her husband's name. Suddenly, she realized, "Oh, Raif, I'm so sorry. I don't mean to be so thoughtless. I apologize." He smiled gently back at her, "It's alright. I understand." Liz allowed their eyes to meet for a few seconds before offering a large sigh, "Well, let's change the subject then, shall we? So Raif...that is a very interesting name, 'Raif'. Is that your full born name, or is there more?" Raif grinned and peered down at their hands on the bench, "Well, actually, Raif isn't my real name. Most of the people I knew in my hometown called me 'Rex'." "Rex? So is it 'Rex Raif...or Raif Rex?" He chuckled, "No actually it's neither." He gave a large grin as Liz looked at him perplexed, "Actually, my name is Reginald." Liz eyes lit up, "Reginald...well now that is a beautiful name!" He smiled warmly as he looked into her eyes, "Do you like it?" "Yes, most definitely. Why on earth do you go by Rex or Raif when you have such a lovely name as Reginald?" Again, Raif looked down at the bench as he lightly chuckled, "Well, that is a long story, really. Raif was a name given to me by someone who was quite fond of me and also quite fond of that name. So I humored them, and it has stuck with me ever since." Liz grinned a devious smile, "Oh, I understand now...it was one of your lady friends that you did not wish to disappoint." Raif gave a hearty chuckle this time, as he propped his elbow up on the bench between them and began twisting a lock of her hair in his fingers, "No, it wasn't like that...quite the opposite, really. It was indeed someone who was, I guess you can say, 'smitten' with me...but it wasn't a female." Liz looked to him with eyes wide in her surprise. Raif reached over and took her hand with his as he winked at her, "It was a one-sided 'crush', I assure you." Liz tutted, "So you mean to tell me that you've been running around all these years sporting a name given to you by a 'queer'? Is that what you're saying?" Raif stifled his next chuckle somewhat as he smiled, "Yes, I guess that's what I'm saying." With raised eyebrows, Liz gave a sigh, "Well, if it's all the same to you, I'd much rather call you Reginald. Aside from the fact that it is a lovely name, much lovelier than Rex or Raif, it is also your right and proper name. That is, if you don't mind?" Reginald gently raised her hand to his lips and kissed its softness, "Indeed...I would like that very much."

Bones was right about one thing...that 'dragontail' soup was indeed good, thought Thomas as he looked back over at the tray of empty dishes. He could definitely eat another bowl full. Again, he heard the door at the top of the stairs open followed by the light footsteps of what he hoped was again Tara. Indeed it was, as she passed his cell onto his neighbor's to quietly gather Bones' dishes while he snored away in his cot. Then she returned to Thomas' cell. She gave him a warm smile and entered the cell to collect his tray. Thomas was afraid that Tara may act extra cautious after he unintentionally grabbed her a while ago, but she didn't act any differently at all. In fact, she turned to Thomas with intent before picking up his tray, "You asked me earlier about the return of Snow." Thomas' eyes lit up, "Yes! Can you tell me anything?" Gently, she pushed a strand of her brown hair behind her ear, "Some. Snow indeed came back...but no one has seen her in months, not even the guards. I spoke with Fredrick, he is a friend of mine among the guards. He said that no one has seen her nor do they dare ask about her. Margurite has always been a bit touchy about the Princess. And now with the King fallen ill, we can't approach him either. I seem to recall one servant asking about Snow a few weeks ago. Margurite said she was fine and waved the servant away. Then a few days later...that servant was gone! I'm not sure what it all means." Thomas hung his head and sat on the cot. "Did your friend...Lily wasn't it?...Did she have something to do with the Princess' return?" Thomas looked up at the girl then back down at the stone floor and shook his head, "I don't know. I'm just grasping at anything." Tara came and sat beside him on the cot, "You care a great deal for this girl, don't you?" Thomas looked up into Tara's face. Her eyes were looking intently into his, as if searching for her own answer to that question. Thomas smiled gently and nodded, "Yes. Yes, she does. She's my whole life, Tara, and I have to find her." She looked into his eyes for a few seconds before smiling back, "Then I will help you if I can." Tom's whole demeanor changed into a bright sigh, "Thank you. Thank you so much!" The servant girl rose and took up the tray. Then as she was on her way out of the cell, she turned back to Thomas as if she'd remembered something, "Didn't you say your lady friend was a gypsy?" "Yes, why?" Tara looked down at the dirty tray in thought, "Hmmmm...well, it's funny you say that, because just as the rumors started about Snow's return, Margurite suddenly got a new puppy named 'Gypsy'."

Chapter 121 - "Don't Say the 'D' Word"

Thomas froze, as if the cot had grabbed him and wouldn't let him go. Finally, his will won over the beast and he rose from it quickly, "Gypsy! That's Lily's dog, Gypsy! Oh God! I knew she had Lily! Margurite took Lily and kept her dog! If she harmed Lily in any way..." Quickly, Tara put the tray back down and tried to calm him, "Calm down! Shhhhh...you'll wake up Bones. He can't know about this. Now be quiet and sit down!" Her stern tone caused Thomas to back down quickly. He knew he should do as she says if he was going to elicit her help. He sat down on the cot and Tara joined him, "Look, I don't know what's going on with your friend Lily. I haven't seen her...or the Princess. It's possible that maybe they're locked up." Thomas immediately turned to look at her, "Locked up...where? How?" Tara lifted her hand for him to lower his voice, then continued, "I heard some of the servants talking about the tower...about how it hadn't been used in years, yet they see shadows up there during the day and candles illuminating from its windows at night. Thing is, no servant on staff can go up there. So if there is someone up there, then Margurite must be taking them food and water herself." Thomas jumped up from the cot and added, "Or she isn't feeding them at all and my Lily is starving!" Tara rose to him quickly and sternly, "One more outburst and I'll have you bound and gagged!" Again, Thomas backed down and sat on the cot, while Tara remained standing, "I'm not insensitive to your plight, really. But we have to be smart about this or we could both be hanged. I can't get to the tower myself, but my friend Fredrick might be able to get a key to the stairwell leading up there. He's a guard...I'll ask him. In three night's time, the queen is having a large party here at the castle. If there is any time that you would blend in, it's then. I'll come down during the party and bring you some 'party' clothes of sorts. That should help. But the rest will be up to you. I can try and get you the key by then. But remember, I can't be involved. If I'm asked about you, I will deny that I know you. You'll be on your own once you're in the castle, got it?" Thomas nodded and looked up at her with admiration, "Why are you doing this? Why are you helping me?" She reached down and took his hand, "I want to do the right thing for my King...and I truly believe this is it. If Margurite has done something with Princess Snow, then I want to make it right. If the King were well, I would go to him, but he's not...and I can't even say that Margurite didn't have something to do with his illness. If you can find the Princess and restore her to the throne, you may be the only hope for this kingdom." Thomas could see it in Tara's eyes. They were full of hope and promise for her monarchy. Thomas truly would like to help the King if he could, but in all honesty...his main goal was to find Lily and get her as far away from Margurite as he could.

"'Ow 'bout a game a' cards, mate?" Mike smiled politely and shook his head, "No, but thank you Stevie." Stevie was desperately trying to cheer Mike up...anything to get his mind off of Snow. He'd tried everything, including bringing in his and Mike's pups to play together...which in itself probably wasn't the best idea, reminding Mike all the more that not only did Snow leave HIM, but their little pup Maxwell as well...the only baby they had thus far. Throwing his head back in frustration, Mike quickly got up and headed for the kitchen. Even on his day off, he had to cook something, do something...anything to keep his mind occupied. Wandering into the kitchen with a look of 'munchies' in his eyes, was Travis...bored out of his mind. "Whatcha doin', Mike?" With a forced casual tone, Mike sighed, "Oh, just thought I'd whip up a little something. It's so quiet around here." In Travis' boredom, his eyes lit up, "Excellent idea. Need a hand?" Mike had to smirk at the thought of Travis helping him to cook, but decided to go ahead and humor him. He could use the company. Mike allowed him to help measure out the ingredients for a batch of peanut butter cookies, although Mike did the cooking part. Travis knew it was a dangerous subject to breech, but it was difficult enough to watch Mike moping around the way he was lately. Nevertheless, Travis made an unusual choice of statements to break the silence with, "How long has it been since Snow has spoken to you?" Stopping in his tracks, Mike refused to look at him, "Since we separated." "And how long ago was that?" Again, Mike had to make a conscious effort to hide his discomfort on the subject, "Almost two weeks." "Two weeks! And she hasn't even spoken to you? I'm telling you, Mike...I think you need to do something." Mike tried his best to keep a clam tone, although it was becoming increasingly difficult, "And just what would that be, Travis? My pleas to speak with her are continually denied." Travis popped one of the first batch's cookies into his mouth, inhaling slightly at its heat, "You have to face it, Mike. It's possible that things aren't gonna work. I was even talking to Nigel about it the other day. Maybe you should consider a divorce." Immediately, the fire from the oven lit up in Mike's eyes as he grabbed the cookie sheet full of cookies and threw it against the kitchen wall, "Damn you Travis! How dare you try and counsel me on MY marriage when you don't have the slightest bloody clue what the hell you're talking about! And Nigel...well that just speaks for itself! So why don't you just take your fancy university intellect and get the hell out of my kitchen! And you might do yourself a favor, and stop conversing with would-be rapists!" Staring wide-eyed at the usually easy-going Mike, Travis stood still holding the half-eaten cookie in his mouth. Swallowing the thing whole, he glanced back at the rest of the batch now lying on the floor, then quickly turned and left the kitchen.

Liz had come into the hut with Tyler and was now cooing at the infant in her lap. Yvonne gave a large friendly smile as she approached, "Oh, she looks so wide-awake today! Must be this beautiful sunshine." Liz smiled, "Yes. Karen wanted to take advantage of it herself. She went for a walk in these beautiful woods to gather her thoughts and get a little exercise." Yvonne smiled brightly as she looked into the tiny baby's eyes, "Look at those eyes! I think the difference is quite interesting...and very lovely." Liz smiled and nodded, "I agree. I think that it makes her a special and unique young lady...one whom lots of treasures are waiting for in her future." Tyler's babbling caused both women to coo over her, "Yes, yes, yes..." It was the loud 'clang' in the kitchen followed by Mike's yelling and Travis' speedy exit back into the dining room that caused the two women to pull their attention away from the tiny infant. "Travis, what on earth is going on?" Liz then pulled Tyler up onto her shoulder as she looked at him with concern. Travis was now afraid to mention the subject again. This was Mike's mother-in-law. He probably shouldn't dare say the 'D' word again. It's already got him into trouble once. His hesitation in speaking made Liz all the more suspicious and she finally glared at him, "Travis, what is it?" It was like the stare of a scolding mother, and he couldn't help but back down, "Mike is angry because I told him he may ought to consider a divorce." An eerie hush suddenly fell over the room and all eyes looked to Liz. Travis was quite relieved as he realized that with Liz holding Tyler, she couldn't possibly harm him. His relief turned to horror as Yvonne instinctively came over and gently took Tyler from Liz. What is it with women anyway, thought Travis? Can they read each other's minds or what? Slowly, Liz walked towards him. She looked sternly into his eyes a few seconds before speaking...the longest few seconds since Travis could remember, "Why would you do that?" Her words were meaningful but softly spoken, as Travis still found himself speechless. In his confusion, she continued, "Those two are perfect for each other and everyone here knows it. To you, it might appear that there is no hope for them, but I know otherwise. Snow is my daughter, and I know it's been a while since we've spoken with each other...but I still know my daughter. There is something going on around here...and I'm going to find out what it is."

Chapter 122--“Ooops…Did I Say That?”

It had been almost two weeks since Mike and Snow’s separation. After that first encounter at the stream with Snow, Eddy was quite convinced that she had gone completely mad. However, after further persuasion from the Princess that she was indeed quite all right despite the recent separation, Edward quickly found pleasure in her company. He didn’t dare admit his feelings to her, but rather thought it best that he remained a friend for her to talk to through this whole ordeal. With practically the entire village angry with him, Ed thought it best to keep his visits with Snow a secret. He sat fishing as always, as Snow lie in the grass looking up at the fluffy white clouds that drift overhead, “So, are you ashamed to be here with me? I guess I can understand that.” Edward pulled from his thoughts of switching bait and looked over at Snow, “Of course not. Why would you ask that?” Snow stretched her arms up and yawned, “Because you never tell anyone the truth. You always say you’re going fishing by yourself. But I can understand that you don’t want Mike mad at you.” “Snow, I don’t care if Mike is mad at me. I was thinking more of you. I thought you’d prefer no one knew about our visits until you two work things out. After all, he’s still your husband.” Snow sighed and came to sit beside Eddy as she too dangled her feet off of the rocks, “Yes, exactly. I have to second guess myself…although I wish I’d done it earlier. Truly, I feel like a traitor to my own crown.” Confused Eddy turned to look at her, “What are you talking about?” Snow put her arm through his and gently rested her head onto Eddy’s shoulder, “I should have stayed with my original inclination and pursued a union with one of royal blood…just as I was destined. In fact, I feel terribly guilty for all of the trouble in the village with Margurite and Phillipe. I feel like if I had done what I was destined for and aligned with royalty, then I would never have brought such bad things to this village.” Ed pulled back to look into her eyes, “Snow, none of this is your fault. You can’t blame yourself for the evil that lurks around this village…it isn’t your fault.” Snow looked deep into his eyes, “So tell me, given the history of your…” clearing her throat, “…sexual preferences, would you ever look to unite with a woman again?” Surprised at her unusual boldness, Eddy too cleared his throat, “Well, I-um…what are saying Snow?” She moved in closer to him, her lips just centimeters from his, “Given that you’ve already sought to be with me once, would you do it again?” She looked down at his lips, “Would you do it now?” Before he could answer, she hushed him with a passionate kiss.

“Don’t touch me, don’t come near me, don’t even LOOK at me!” Mike watched on with great curiosity as Natalie screamed at Raif as she shoved him out of her cabin that morning. As Raif then dragged across the village green like a scolded puppy with his tail between his legs, Mike approached him with a friendly smile, “Morning. What’s going on…trouble in paradise?” Not meeting Mike’s gaze in embarrassment, Raif kicked at the dirt as he turned to look back at Nat’s cabin, “Oh, just a disagreement…nothing devastating.” Mike merely looked to him with a smile and in lieu of the circumstances and his newfound friendship with Mike, Raif broke and gave up his secret, “She’s upset because I…” he gave an irritated sigh, “…I called her Liz…accidentally of course.” He saw Mike’s eyebrows raise in curious surprise and he continued quickly, “I don’t know why I said it…it just flew out, I guess. You know, since I have been spending quite a bit of time with Liz and all.” Mike couldn’t help but grin, “So I take it that it wasn’t just one of those times where you’d say ‘Liz, ooops, I mean Nat.’ I take it is was more of an ‘in the throws of passion’ sort of thing. Am I right?” Raif’s silent glance down towards the village green once again gave him away. Mike had to chuckle, “Well, no wonder she is upset with you. I hope you weren’t planning on another night with Natalie anytime soon.” Raif and Mike had grown closer since the arrival of Mike’s mother-in-law. In fact, Raif had been spending more time with Mike and less and less time with Nigel. Nigel was now seen more often in the company of Travis. The friendship between Mike and Raif had grown considerably in the last few weeks. Raif looked back up at Mike and grinned himself, “No, you’re probably right about that. At least, if I was planning on it…I can probably forget about it now.” Putting his hands on his hips, he let out a decisive sigh, “To tell you the truth, Mike, I actually feel better that this happened. I’m not in love with Natalie…so why should I be spending the night with her, eh?” With a slight cough, Mike dared to breech the question, “So are you saying that there is someone ELSE that you’re in love with?” With a surprised look Raif offered, “Why Mike…whatever do you mean?” Adding a bit of casual conversation to avoid the subject, Raif pats Mike on the back as he steers him in the direction of the main hut, “So ‘chef’…when’s breakfast? I’m starved!”

Chapter 123 –“Rumors”

“I can’t even find it within myself to paint, Reginald. What’s wrong with me?” Raif came over to Liz and began rubbing her shoulders as she sat staring at her unfinished canvas of half-painted trees and sketches of the Willows cabins, “I can tell you what it is love…it’s just a classic case of depression. It’s obvious you’re upset that Snow won’t speak to you more than a few words at a time.” Liz let out a deep exasperated sigh, “But don’t you think that is incredibly odd? I mean, my own daughter, whom I was so close to just a few weeks ago, now will hardly speak to me…and certainly not at great lengths?” She turned on the bench to face him, his hands dropping from her shoulders, “Reginald, I am convinced that there is something VERY strange going on! In fact, I’d have to venture to say that…that is NOT my daughter! I KNOW my daughter!” Raif came and sat beside Liz in all seriousness, “Do you really believe that, Liz?” With a tear starting in her eye she nodded, “Yes. I really do. Maybe it’s some sort of spell. When was the last time the village saw Margurite? I mean, didn’t you tell me that Eddy was possessed by her once?” It was hard for Liz to even mention Edward’s name as she flinched at the sound passing her own lips. He was in fact the reason for Mike and Snow’s separation after all. She sniffed, “And what about that night? Eddy used that dwarf’s ring to pose as Mike to get Snow to…to…well, you know.” She looked down at her lap as Raif touched her hand, “Mike has that morphing ring under lock and key. Ed left it in their cabin that night.” She shook her head vigorously still not looking at him, “Well I don’t know then. But there’s definitely something going on. I know you think I’m mad, but I know my daughter!” Raif reached up and brushed her tear with his hand and lifted her chin to meet his gaze once again. As he looked into her eyes, Mike’s words came to him again. Was he falling in love with someone in the village….this particular someone here in front of him? Shaking the thought, he continued, “I don’t think you’re mad. I would never think that of you, dear lady. If you believe that there is something going on in the village, then I will be happy to help you get to the truth.” With a pleasant smile, he tenderly brushed her cheek. As their eyes locked for a moment, the crimson color of Liz’s lips suddenly became too inviting for him to resist. As he leaned in to kiss her, he hesitated thinking that Liz would most certainly back away in protest. But she did not. Just as he felt the slightest softness of her lips as they touched, he was thrust back by a large furry object propped up his lap. “Oi Raif! I think Mum really likes ya there!” It was Stevie with the mother wolf Mum who had propped herself up on Raif’s lap. Feigning as real of a smile as he could, Raif threw that smile to Stevie and petted the wolf, “Well, yes, she’s a friendly girl there.” One quick glance over at Liz and he found her stifling her giggling. “I was jus’ takin’ Mum here for a walk an’ saw ya over ‘ere. It’s nice ta see someone smilin’ for a change. My mate Dinger ain’t been smilin’ much lately, ya know. Don’t like to talk much, either…not even ta me. I hope he’s feelin’ alright…I mean since he said those things ta Karen…bad enough ta make ‘er take Tyler an’ leave, ya know. Jus’ don’t seem like Dinger. But he doesn’t much like talkin’ ‘bout it. Snow told me an’ Kahlua that they was pretty cruel things. I wish he’d talk to me ‘bout it, ya know? Guess he don’t think I’d understand, seein’ as ‘ow I’ve never ‘ad a woman in me life an’ all.” Liz’s amusement turned to that of confused concern as her giggle turned to a scowl, “Stevie, did you say that Snow told you and Kahlua about what Dinger said? Because Jennifer said it was Kahlua?” Stevie nodded, “Yup, Kahlua and me both ‘eard it from Snow. Everybody ‘ere knows Snow wouldn’t lie, ya know.” Liz and Raif exchanged a look while Mum began tugging at Stevie’s leg, “Oi! I think she’s ready for that walk in th’ woods now.” Reading Liz’s plea correctly, Raif quickly stood and rubbed the wolf’s back, “Stevie, why don’t you let me take Mum for that walk…and you could stay and keep Liz here company. I’m sure she would like that.” Stevie looked to Liz in approval and she smiled as she patted the bench for him to come sit next to her. Raif whistled at Mum and took off into the woods with her right on his heels. Stevie cheerfully plopped himself next to Snow’s mother. They’d never spoken before one on one. Stevie was quite excited to get the opportunity now. “So Stevie, I understand that you and Snow have been quite good friends since she came to the Willows.” Stevie’s face lit up like a Christmas tree, “Oh yes! She’s like me best friend…well, next ta Dinger, o’ course.” “So what have you talked about lately? Has she spoken of her marriage at all?” Stevie slowly lowered his head and stared down at his dirty fingernails as he began picking at them, “Well, I ‘aven’t spoken much to Snow in a while, ya know. I only seen her talkin’ ta Eddy mainly.” “Eddy!” Fire blazed in Liz’s eyes as she eagerly urged Stevie to continue with their heat, “Oi. I seen ‘em goin’ ta the stream ta fish together all th’ time. He keeps tellin’ everyone he’s goin’ by himself, so I don’t say nothin’ when I see ‘em together.” Liz took a deep breath to calm her tone so as not to scare her fragile visitor, “So what did Snow tell you and Kahlua…about Dinger and Karen.” Stevie rubbed the back of his neck in an almost confused state, “She wouldn’t say exactly. She probably told Kahlua though after I left. Maybe she thought it was somethin’ I shouldn’t hear being that it was Dinger an’ all. But she said he told Karen some mean stuff. An’ th’ next thing ya know, she’d taken the li’tle one and left…for good I think. It’s jus’ awful, isn’t it Liz? I dunno what Dinger is gonna do without his Angel. That’s what he used ta call her…’Angel’.” With tears forming in his eyes, he looked away from his grit-laden fingers and upward at the sky, “I guess his Angel thought she had ta fly away.”

Chapter 124 Four -“Trial and Discovery”

Liz and Stevie were playing with his and Mike's pups when Travis rushed up to them, "Liz, I think you should come to the hut. Snow just asked Mike for a divorce." Liz dropped the stick she was holding for the pup and though her mouth formed the word 'what?', no sound came out. Quickly, the three of them rushed up to the main hut. Upon entering, they found Mike turned away from the others, his face toward the mantle. Snow stood scowling with her hands on her hips, Edward was hovering suspiciously behind her. He did not meet Liz's gaze as she glared at him with a mother's fury. Snow turned to the sound of the front door opening, "Oh great! The meddling mother has arrived!" Deeply hurt, Liz blinked in surprise but said nothing. Mike never moved. It was as if he didn't hear anything that was going on. The only thing on his mind now were the words from his beloved wife that she wanted a divorce. Folding her arms, Snow turned back to her husband still facing the stone mantle wall, "I can have Ben draw up the divorce papers. I'm sure he's done that before." Her mother spoke in a controlled tone, "Snow, what's happened to you? This isn't the daughter I knew just a few weeks ago?" Liz turned to see Jennifer's calm gaze on her. Was she trying to tell her something? It was as if Jennifer knew something the others didn't. What was it? But Liz's thoughts were interrupted by a cold snicker from her daughter, "You just thought you knew me Mum. Remember, you hadn't seen me in thirteen years! How could you possibly know anything about me!" Outraged, Kahlua spoke up, unable to hold her toungue any longer, "Well maybe she hasn't spent much time with you recently, but we have...all of us. This behavior is unspeakable! What's gotten into you? You go from naive and innocent to taking a lover and demanding a divorce!" She quickly threw a look of concern toward Mike after her statement about a 'lover', but Mike never flinched. Snow whirled around with a smirk on her face, "Well, maybe I finally just woke up to it all...to YOU all!" With an angry glance towards Eddy and a heavy hiss of a sigh, Liz had enough. She quickly walked up and took Mike's arm, "I think this discussion has gotten enough air for one day. You two need some time to think before making such a rash decision." She lowered her tone to one of much sympathy as she gently took Mike's arm, "Come on, son. It's for the best you come with me." With a nod of sadness he went with her, never looking Snow in the eyes as he left the hut.

Raif was stunned, "Liz was right!" He had to get back to the village. "Mum, stay!" To his releif, the mother wolf stayed as protector over the newly discovered treasure. He'd taken Mum out for a run in the woods so that Stevie could stay and speak to Liz about Snow. 'Liz,' thought Raif. He had to get to her right away. Regardless of the brush and bramble, he ran as fast as he could back to the village. His first encounter was Stevie, "Oi Raif, where's Mum?" Raif really had no time for chatting, "Liz...Stevie, where's Liz?" Raif was fully out of breath and the desperation must have shone in his eyes as Stevie without hesitation pointed in the direction of Mike's cabin. He started over, but then stopped in his tracks. There was one person he had to speak to first...Jennifer. They had returned her spellbook to her of Margurite's...the very one they used to wake Liz with out of the eternal rest spell. They needed that book...then they would need to set a trap, but how? He needed to tell Jennifer...but should he? Things were complicated now. As he turned and headed toward her cabin, he replayed the situation in his mind. He'd been running with Mum in the woods earlier that day...quite a playful girl she was. He enjoyed her company despite the fact that she was a wolf. But when Mum caught up with the scent, she was no longer playful. She was only mindful in finding the end of the trail. Mum led him to one of the emergency cabins near the mine. In fact, he recalled Thomas saying that was the very cabin where Margurite and Phillipe had held Max and Ben captive. "Mum, what is it? You're just smelling Max, aren't you? He isn't here anymore, girl. He's at the mine with Ben. You lonely for your companion there, eh?" But Mum persisted to scratch at the door. "All right. Here, I'll prove he's not here." Raif opened the cabin door, "There. Are you satisfied? See, he's not..." Raif's words were stopped...his own breath was taken away by what he saw. It was the simple cot prepared for the emergency cabins. But what lay on the cot there in quiet and peaceful slumber, Raif was not prepared for. In a hushed whisper he managed, "Snow?"

Chapter 125 -“Disguise”

It was her. Lying in her innocence and beauty, Snow was peacefully, yet unnaturally asleep. Nothing Raif did would wake her. It had to be a spell. Jennifer...he had to get the spell book from Jennifer. But which spell was this? The "sleeping death" spell or the "eternal rest" spell? The "sleeping death" spell Margurite cast on Snow months ago before she and Mike were married would only be broken by "true love's kiss". But he can't tell Mike about who Snow is now, or else they would surely never catch the queen. Mike will be outraged and go after her...he may even get himself killed by the old witch. But if this is the "eternal rest" spell, as Liz was under, then they would only need a 'blood alliance' with an immediate relative. Hence, as Snow was able to wake her mother, Liz should also be able to wake Snow. They would try that antidote first. Quickly, Raif left Mum to watch over Snow, while he rushed back to the village to fetch Jennifer's spell book and of course, Liz.

She stood over him in the dungeon cell holding the clothes she'd gathered for the castle party. But instead of waking Thomas right away, she watched him for a moment, studying his features. He had a strong face, but a gentle spirit...she knew this already. Suddenly, his eyes fluttered open, and he saw Tara standing over him with the clothing for his disguise. She smiled at him gently. For a fleeting moment, Thomas thought he saw something in her eyes...what was it? It was something so familiar...a gentleness and a passion. Softly he whispered, "Lily?"

Before Raif could knock on Jennifer's door, it suddenly swung open. Cautiously he entered. As the door shut behind him, he saw her. She smiled at him with a friendly smile. In her arms she hugged a book. After a second look, Raif could see that it was the very spell book he'd come for. In seeing his surprise, Jennifer flashed a knowing grin as she flipped her crimson hair, "I knew you were comin' Raif, so I thought I'd just get this out for ya...save ya some time." Twice stunned, Raif stammered, "H-how did you know why I was coming?" Jennifer blinked at him in a most intelligent manner, "Cause ya gotta wake up Snow, right? Raif, ya didn't actually think I didn't know that Margurite was in th' village did ya? I knew that wasn't the REAL Snow! Ya oughtta know me by now. I can sense anothuh witch a mile away, hun!" With Raif's mouth still agape in surprise, Jennifer giggled as she handed him the prize book, "Now look...ya know I trust ya. So don't be lettin' jus' anybody get this book. I know that you realize the severity of this situation, don't ya?" Raif matched the seriousness in her eyes and nodded. "Good. Then be off wit ya, an' don't fo'get Liz. It's gonna be quite a surprise fo' her...but a good one, anyway." Just before leaving, Raif turned back to Jennifer with a puzzled look, "If you knew about Margurite all along, why didn't you say anything?" Jennifer gave a quiet sigh and smiled, "B'cause, it's trials like this that make a marriage even stronger than before. Mike and Snow deserve at least that. I knew they'd find Snow before things got too out of hand. If ya didn't, I would've gone and found her myself, ya know. Now go on! Ya wastin' time here askin' twenty questions!" Raif gave Jennifer a hug and with the book in hand, rushed out of the cabin like a little kid with his treasure.

"Lily?" Tara frowned, "Excuse me?" Thomas quickly shook it off, "I'm sorry. I must have still been halfway asleep." She grinned, "Hmmmm...well, it's pretty obvious then who you were dreaming about." Thomas shied away with an embarrassed smile. Clearing her throat in jest, she handed him the clothes, "Here are some clothes to disguise yourself with. They belonged to a drunken nobleman who attended the last party we had here at the palace. I'd have to assume he didn't remember much when he woke up naked after returning home, as he never did come back to claim his garments." Thomas winked in reply, "So if I see a nobleman eyeing me strangely, I can assume it's my clothes he's looking at, eh?" Again Tara cleared her throat and smirked, "Well, I don't know about some of the noblemen in this kingdom. You can HOPE it's your clothes they are admiring, but I wouldn't bet on it EVERY time." Thomas' grin turned to that of an appalled look. Tara snickered, "You'll be fine. Here is the key to the tower. Fredrick managed to get it for me. But remember, if I'm asked about you...I'll deny that I know you. I'm sorry, but I just can't risk it." He nodded, "I know. Thank you so much for your help, Tara. I guess I'd better hurry and change." "Right." Tara missed the hint, and just stood there looking at Thomas. "Well, unless you'd like to help me..." Tara's eyes shot open, "OH! No, I'm sorry. I didn't even think. I'm sorry...I'm going now." Quickly, Tara exited, leaving the cell door open for Thomas' escape. Thomas snickered as he changed into the nobleman's disguise.

Liz had attempted her painting again. This time, she chose the beauty of the Willows' trees in the fall. The orange and gold and yellow leaves coupled with the hints of red always made the best paintings. She couldn't ask for a more beautiful fall setting than this village. Mesmerized by the beauty and colors of the trees, she was startled by Raif's sudden appearance, "Liz..." "Oh my goodness!" Even her innocent exclamations made it evident that she was indeed Snow's mother, Raif thought. "I'm sorry, Liz. I didn't mean to scare you." With a heavy sigh followed by a schoolgirl's giggle, she smiled, "It's alright. I guess it's getting pretty close to Hallow's Eve there anyhow. Is that the right way to say it...Hallow's Eve?" Distracted, Raif offered, "Well, we call it Halloween nowadays. But it used to be called All Hallow's Eve." Liz repeated after Raif as if taking in the new pronunciation, "Halloween." Growing slighly impatient, Raif continued, "I hate to be so rushed about this Liz, but I need you to come with me." "What is it, Reginald?" Consciously ignoring how much he loved the way she said his name, he gently took her arm, "I can explain when we're out of the Willows. Please, come with me."

Chapter 126 –“Celebration of Plenty”

“My God! My baby!” Liz rushed in unrestrained towards her sleeping daughter, paying no heed to the poor mother wolf Mum as she tripped over her. The gentle animal seemed to understand, as she merely jumped toward the fireplace out of the way. Liz took Snow’s hand in hers and with tears in her eyes, looked back at Raif, “I knew that wasn’t Snow in the village. I knew that wasn’t my baby!” She turned back to look upon Snow’s sleeping face and tenderly kissed her forehead. Raif came and knelt beside her, “We can’t tell anyone about this yet…not even Mike.” As Liz snapped to look at him, he continued with urgency, “You know how Mike would react…he could get himself killed by that witch. Besides, we may be able to trap Margurite if she thinks her disguise is still safely a secret.” Liz nodded with a hint of sadness as she looked back to her sleeping beauty. “But, that doesn’t mean we can’t wake her up,” as Raif cheerfully held up Jennifer’s spellbook. Liz turned to him again, her face lighting up as she let out a gleeful yelp. Suddenly, Liz’s smile turned to concern, “What if it doesn’t work? Do we know what we’re doing?” With a sigh, Raif kept a positive tone, “Well, we can only try, right?”

Though insanely jealous of the attention Mai was getting at the party in her leather outfit, Nat couldn’t help but admire her nerve in wearing such attire. She then scolded herself for not thinking of it herself. Mai was getting all the looks from the men tonight…something Nat already missed, even for just one night. She thrived on getting attention from men, despite her history. Perhaps it was because of her past that she now craved it so. Where else could she feel loved? No! She wasn’t going to think about that…not tonight! Tonight was about living it up and having a good time. For once, Natalie would push the hurt of abandonment out of her mind. After all, it was ancient history. Despite the looks from the other village men, Mai’s eyes were for Nev only, and his were literally glued to her. But perhaps the most evident happiness was for the other “newlyweds” at the party…Jennifer and Ribold. With Ribold at her side, Jennifer’s smile beamed while her green dress flowed gently around the room as the couple made their rounds to the sounds of “congratulations” for the happy new couple. Even Snow and Eddy, who had arrived late to the party, conveyed their well-wishes. Shortly after their arrival, Mike was not seen much outside the kitchen. In a sincere request, Yvonne approached Snow, “Snow, seeing as we have so many occasions that we are celebrating tonight, perhaps you could make the evening even better with one of your lovely songs?” Overhearing Yvonne’s suggestion, Jennifer immediately turned and added with a large smirk, “Oh yes, Snow! Please…we’d love to hear a song tonight!” Ribold looked at his new bride with curiosity. Her eyes were filled with an almost mischievous look towards Snow, rather than a hopeful one. Mike had re-entered the dining room in time to hear their requests for a song from his wife. He could never resist her singing, and decided to stay and listen in the background. But Snow sat wide-eyed at both Jennifer and Yvonne, stammering as she replied, “Um…well, I can’t. See I…” She glanced quickly over to Eddy who looked upon her with concern, as he too was looking forward to hearing one of her lovely songs. “I…I’ve had a sore throat lately, and I’m not up to singing just yet.” She looked back over at Eddy, who frowned as he was concerned for her well being, but at the same time wondered why she’d not mentioned it to him before. Jennifer’s smirk remained as she knew all too well the real reason for Snow’s refusal to sing…but then again, it wasn’t really Snow, now was it?

The clothing Tara gave Thomas fit quite well, especially the mask that would go over his face. Apparently, the queen’s party was a masquerade ball. Thomas gave a sigh of relief, for he knew this made his chances of going unnoticed by Margurite even better. He followed the sounds of the live music and the laughing through the halls and into the grand ballroom. It was quite a large gala affair. There were people as far as the eye could see. From eating and drinking to dancing and talking, all seemed to be having a good time…even the servants were in good spirits. At the head of the ballroom, there was a small stage with dancers entertaining the guests. He soon spotted Tara, who didn’t seem to notice him, or at least didn’t make it appear as such. Then he saw her… Margurite. She was enjoying a drink from a fancy goblet and conversing with what looked like a crowned head from another kingdom. Thomas then noticed that happily bounding about her ankles was a pup…Gypsy! Trying to move unnoticed, he swiftly made his way over to where Tara was serving food to a group of noblemen. As she turned to head back to the kitchen, Thomas gently grabbed her arm, “Tara, Margurite has Gypsy, Lily’s dog. Can you help me get Gypsy away from her so I can get her back where she belongs…back to Lily?” Tara stared blankly at Thomas, raising her eyebrows in surprise, “Excuse me, Sir? Do I know you?” Thomas quickly looked around, “Look, there’s no one around. Just answer me quickly and I’ll leave you alone, I promise. Can you help me get Gypsy?” Tara pulled her arm away from Thomas, “Sir, I don’t know who you are or what you’re talking about…but Gypsy is Her Majesty’s dog, and I would imagine that if you tried to take her, you would be arrested for thievery!” Suddenly, Margurite’s voice was heard above the talking in the vicinity, “Tara? Could you please come here?” Thomas peered past Tara and observed Margurite glaring straight at him. Quickly, Tara turned and obediently headed towards the queen. “Who was that gentleman you were conversing with just now my dear?” Tara stuttered, “I…I don’t know, Your Majesty. He just started talking to me.” The queen smirked, “Well dear, why don’t you invite him to sit with us? The dancers are about to start their big show.” Tara curtseyed to the queen and approached Thomas. Without looking him in the eyes, she began, “Her Majesty has requested your presence at the main table to watch the dancers.” Thomas was now perplexed. Tara did indeed say she would deny knowing him…but to this extent? From the look in her eyes, she was either the best actress in the world or she really did not know who he was. Thomas approached the queen’s table. The setting was wonderfully placed with an array of the most exquisite food and drink of the time. The decorations were of gold and crystal and the linens were of the finest silk. Margurite wore her usual smirk as Thomas sat, “Glad you could join us Monsieur…?” “Crane…Ichabod Crane,” Thomas added, thankful that he could quickly pull his former friend’s name from his memory to use as his own. “Monsieur Crane…I take it you are enjoying yourself?” Thomas smiled nervously, “Yes, thank you.” “Good. Shall we?” The queen clapped her hands toward the stage, “On with the show!” A group of lovely dancers took the stage. Thomas couldn’t help but notice that they looked much like Lily in their dress and dancing style. For one of the numbers, a small girl brought out an instrument identical to the one that Lily would play in the Willows. It was then that Thomas noticed that carved along the instrument were the words ‘Gypsy Anne’s Traveling Band’. Thomas about choked on a pastry as he remembered this as the name Lily said was the band she belonged to. Tom froze in his chair. Could she be here? Did she re-join her gypsy band after returning into the mirror? Unnoticed by Thomas, Margurite watched him as he observed the dancers, taking note of his reactions. Just then a solo dancer took the stage. She had long golden hair like Lily’s, but her face was covered with a veil. Thomas held his breath. Was it her? Could this be his Lily?

Into the night as the villagers talked and played games, Snow finally grew tired of the accusing glances towards her and Eddy. She turned to him and whispered quietly, “I’m going out for some air. Care to join me?” She slowly brushed her hand across his broad chest. How could he say no? “Of course.” Taking his arm, Snow and Edward retired outside. As they rounded past the corner of the hut to take a walk in the woods, Snow stopped. The picture before her flooded her body with a multitude of emotions…the last and lingering of that which was horror. With a few quick and clumsy steps toward Mai and Tom Snow asked quietly, “Is she…?” At Mai’s quick nod of confirmation, Snow collapsed. Sinking down to the ground at the sight of Natalie’s lifeless body, the three present with her were puzzled. After seeing this woman so heartlessly abandon her husband for a lover, Mai now sees her sobbing over this vixen of a woman in sincere despair. Perhaps this Snow wasn’t such a cold woman after all. She seemed to be the only one who would likely show such emotion over Natalie’s death…that is besides Nigel, but that was for other reasons. Edward was also quite surprised. He had never seen any love lost between Natalie and any of the villagers, including Snow. Had they developed a closer friendship that the others hadn’t seen? Or perhaps it was Snow’s true kind nature that would express such emotion over the death of an acquaintance, no matter who it might be. In any case, Mai, Tom and Eddy stood speechless while Snow sobbed next to the lifeless Natalie.

Chapter 127–“Hell, Fire and Brimstone…or is it just Halloween?”

Suddenly taking heed of the others standing around observing her, Snow quickly jumped up and ran into the woods. Eddy followed as he called out after her. Tom turned back to Mai, “I wouldn’t worry about her telling the others. They’ve been pretty much keeping to themselves lately.” After a few words Tom watched as Mai jumped on her bike and rode into the woods.

The party was winding down as Nev and Ritchie proceeded to get drunk and play poker. Liz had found it more and more difficult to keep hers and Raif’s secret throughout the night, especially when she was around Mike. It was the sincere look of wanting and hopelessness in his eyes. How could she keep this news from him? The love he had for her daughter was so great. It was hard to find love like that in the world. Raif kept close to her side as a reminder that this was all for the good of the village as a whole. The sooner they could trap Margurite, the sooner Mike and the real Snow could be reunited. But when would that be? Mike had Rumple’s morphing ring under lock and key. So, first they would have to find out how she was morphing into Snow’s image. This mystery would be their first order of business.

The village was in a solemn mood with Mai thought dead in the ashes of Dinger’s cabin and his and Karen’s baby thought gone as well. All would miss little Tyler. Her spirit never failed to lift those around her. The village now prepared for Natalie’s funeral. No funeral would be given for Mai or Tyler until the ashes had cooled enough for their remains to be found…that is if Nev would allow anyone to search for them in the rubble. He still sat, that same tormented look in his eyes, in front of the ashes. Snow hadn’t at all spoken since the discovery of Natalie’s body and would not offer any explanation for her sincere grief over a practical stranger. The other villagers’ emotions were almost forced at best. The sorrow was more for Tyler and Mai than for Natalie at the funeral. Nevertheless, everyone paid their respects in some way. The eulogy was given by Raif, as he had been closer to her than most…at least in previous weeks. Although Liz suspected why he and Nat were close, no words were exchanged about it. Raif wanted to be honest with Liz, but Liz would always tell him that his affairs were none of her business…that she was still a married woman. These words never failed to steer a knife into Raif’s heart. Liz never took her eyes off Snow during the funeral. Aside from studying the ring she wore to see if it at all resembled Rumple’s morphing ring, she also watched Snow’s emotional response to the whole ordeal. Why did Margurite appear to grieve Natalie’s death so hard? She knew it wasn’t an act, in that the whole village questioned why Snow would be so grieved by Natalie’s death. There was something else. Snow had told her mother before she was taken by Margurite, that the witch and Phillipe both knew Natalie, and it was even suspected that they had been working together. But Margurite just didn’t strike Liz as the type who would grieve so hard over just a ‘partner in crime’, as Tom would say. No, there was something else below the surface that needed to be found out.

After the funeral. Snow quickly retreated back to the stream, with Edward in tow. Liz approached Raif quietly once no one else was in earshot, “Her ring…it’s Snow’s for certain. It doesn’t look at all like the one Mike has locked up, and Snow’s ring is gone. Therefore, I’m afraid it doesn’t give us much of an explanation.” Raif whispered back as he casually threw a polite smile to Stevie as he walked by, “Perhaps she just took Snow’s ring to copy it with the morphing Pike crystal that Rumple’s ring was made from. Her ring may be custom made to look like Snow’s. The only way we will know is if we get it off her somehow. That will be the real trick. But that could also be our best hope for a trap. If she wants the divorce, but refuses to give the ring back, that will be a tell-all sign right there.” Quickly, he stopped as Yvonne and Kahlua walked by. Liz offered casually, “That was a lovely eulogy that you gave for Natalie, Raif. You said some very nice things.” Kahlua and Yvonne smiled as they went into the hut. Raif continued, “So, we have to convince Mike to let her have the divorce. Then we can trap her when she has to give the ring back.” Liz nodded in agreement, but her mind was still on her previous thought, “I really meant that, by the way. I thought you said some lovely things about Natalie, Reginald.” Raif had to look away. Not only was Liz speaking of the woman that he had numerous loveless affairs with, but she called him by his real name in a manner that only Liz could do. Liz gently turned his face to look at her, “Please don’t be ashamed. You think I don’t know what went on with you and Natalie? I can read between the lines, as Travis says. But I think the things you said today were beautiful. I don’t think anyone else here could have done her justice. Look, it isn’t my business what went on between you and Natalie. Remember, I’m a …” Raif stopped her, putting a finger to her lips, “Please don’t say it, Liz. I’m going to be honest here for once. I don’t want you to be a married woman. I don’t want you to go back to the king.” He sighed in frustration, and then gently grabbed Liz by the arms, “I want you to stay here with me. Liz, I love you!” She blinked in surprise, but allowed Raif to continue, “I do! God, Liz, if you only knew what it feels like to hear you talk about going home to your king and kingdom. Can you honestly tell me that you love him?” Liz was taken aback by his words and found herself unable to tear her eyes from his, “Well…” she stammered “…of course I do.” Raif reached up and touched her cheek, “With all of your heart?” Again, Liz was lost in his gaze and was unable to find the words. Slowly, Raif moved his face closer to hers until their lips almost touched. “Oi, Raif! Kahlua wanted me ta find out ‘ow many ‘ere are gonna want some coffee. Ya want some? ‘Ow ‘bout you, Liz?” Liz quickly pulled back and smiled, “Yes, please. I’d love some.” Liz followed Stevie into the hut as he told her of his latest paperback…one that he of course had read at least ten times. Raif wanted nothing more than to strangle his intruder, but restrained himself knowing that Stevie meant well.

Thankful to Kahlua that she was taking on the serving duties for Natalie’s wake, Mike escaped into the woods for a while. He had to get away with his thoughts. More than that, he had to get away from all the looks of pity he receives daily from the villagers. He didn’t have to get away from Snow and Eddy however, as they had once again made themselves scarce together. Mike went to his favorite spot of solitude…that place which brought him comfort through Snow’s miscarriage last spring. Things had changed a lot in his favorite haven since then. The green trees were now becoming more like grey skeletons and the pink blossoms had now disappeared and their leaves were now an orange-brown. But still, the water soothed him. It had not yet frozen over, but probably would perhaps by Thanksgiving. Halloween had come and gone so quickly. Mike pondered how different this year had been. There was more sorrow now in the village. He chose to slide into fantasy this day, remembering last year’s All Hallow’s Eve party, with Snow in her lovely fairy princess costume. Mike chuckled as he thought back to the fight he and Raif had over her that night…and now they were practically the best of friends now, mostly thanks to his mother-in-law. He couldn’t help but remember the way Snow altered that Halloween fairy princess dress into her honeymoon negligee especially for him. He sighed at the memory. How could he ever grasp the thought of losing the most important thing in his life? As he rested his face in his hands, he heard a rustling noise. Seeing birds fly out of the bushes nearby, he shouldn’t have been startled, but he was. He suddenly got an eerie feeling, like he was being watched. Slowly, he stood and approached the bushes. Just as he started to push through them to see what could be there, a black hooded figure shot out of the bushes and ran for the woods. On instinct, Mike ran after them, but lost them somewhere in the trees. Who was that? After thinking a moment, Mike scolded himself for chasing the figure. With all the strange things that have happened just in the last two days, it could have been anything…it could have been the devil himself for all Mike knew. A shiver ran down his spine as he quickly made his way back to the village.

Chapter 128 –“Happiness Lost”

Things seemed to be back to normal for Snow, well as normal as things were before Halloween. Snow and Eddie were still glued at the hip. And although she did not appear to be grieving over Natalie’s murder, there was still a bitterness there…somewhere in her eyes, Liz thought. Disgusted at Margurite’s public display of affection over Eddie and posing as her own daughter no less, Liz retreated to the kitchen. There as normal, Mike was preparing breakfast in his usual selfless state. She sipped at her coffee as she watched him perform his kitchen duties as always, but with the sadness he’d worn in his eyes for weeks on end. Thinking of the right words to say, she finally came to the conclusion that there were none. She sighed, “Mike, I think it would be best if you gave Snow the divorce.” The dagger into her heart at speaking the words was almost as great as the one into Mike’s upon hearing them. He stopped scrambling the large bowl of eggs and slowly pushed the bowl away from him. Still not looking at Liz, he said quietly, “Why?” “Because, I think that will take the stress off of you and then you can go on with your life.” He looked at her now. He wanted to stay calm, remembering that this was Liz he was speaking to, “My life? What is my life without Snow, Liz? I’ll tell you what it is…it’s nothing! SHE is my life…or was, for that matter.” Quickly, she approached him, “Mike, please listen to me. I know you’re upset.” He turned away from her, but she put her hands on his shoulders, “And I know that things seem hopeless right now, believe me. But you have to trust me. There’s something…” She stopped, realizing her folly. Mike turned to her quickly, “Something…what? Liz, what is it?” They both turned to the sound of the kitchen door opening. As casual as he could, Raif strolled over to Liz as he popped a small sausage link into his mouth, “I thought I might find you in here. Ritch and Kahlua just brought in Anna and Adam. You really should see them. Yvonne has made them matching twin outfits.” He took Liz’s arm and started out of the kitchen as he gave Mike his compliments on the sausage. She smiled at Raif, but knew his sole purpose in tearing her away was to be sure that she didn’t let out the secret. He was right to come after her, Liz thought…as she indeed almost let the whole thing slip.

The dancer in the queen’s court had the long golden hair like Lily’s, but her face was covered with a veil. Thomas held his breath. Was it her? Could this be his Lily? For the entire dance, Thomas found it difficult to hide his emotions. This was of course picked up upon by the queen herself. At the end of the dance, the queen called the dancer over, “So, Monsieur Crane, you were pleased with the performance…yes?” Startled, Thomas stuttered, “Y-yes. It was lovely.” “Perhaps you would like a private dance with this young lady?” Thomas sat speechless, and he still didn’t know if this was Lily. The queen clapped her hands and gave some directions to her handmaidens. The queen smiled as the lady dancer bowed to the queen and was taken away by the women. “Now, you can have a ‘private dance’, Monsieur Crane. Tara, come and take this man to where our dancer friend will be waiting. With a bow, Tara motioned for Thomas to come with her. When they were out of earshot of the party, Thomas whispered, “Alright, look we’re away from them. Will you please talk to me? At least tell me how to get to where the queen is keeping Lily and I’ll worry about getting her dog, Gypsy later.” Tara stopped in her stride and looked him square in the face, “Look, sir, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know who this Lily is and like I said before, if you try and take the queen’s dog, it will have serious repercussions. Do you understand?” Thomas didn’t know why she was denying knowing him even in private. He finally sighed in surrender and nodded. Tara then pointed at the door down the hall and said in an almost disgusted tone, “Now, in there is your ‘private dance’.” Thomas didn’t like the tone she used, but Tara was gone before he could voice his displeasure.

Mike had to get away. Although he was happy for Karen and Dinger to have gotten Tyler back, he still felt like he was losing his own happiness. The whole village seemed happy. Jennifer and Ribold acted like the perfect newlyweds, when they came out of their cabin, that is. Even Mai had returned, although she seemed distant since her arrival back to the Willows, but nonetheless she was safe. He just couldn’t pretend anymore…couldn’t pretend to be happy for everyone else when inside he felt as though he were dying. Sometimes he thought it might actually be easier for him to have lost Snow some other way…in an accident or storm maybe…but to another man? This was the worst form of torture, Mike concluded. As he made his way back through the woods to his place of solitude, he spotted Raif and Liz also heading into the woods. They had a large basket with them. A picnic? No, they just ate breakfast, so what was the picnic basket for? He quickly shook it off…he simply didn’t care. Now he was feeling betrayed by Liz as well. After all, Snow was her daughter…it was natural for Liz to take her side. It’s just that he always believed that Liz was on HIS side…that she was for the two of them working it out. What changed her mind? He collapsed onto a tree trunk as he violently rubbed his fingers through his hair. He blamed himself…for everything. He must have pushed Snow into Eddie’s arms when he couldn’t give her the support she needed after her miscarriage. If only he could go back and change all that, he would. But now what? Of course it didn’t help matters that he flew into a raging fit once he found out that Edward posed as himself and slept with Snow. And then he blamed her for not knowing it wasn’t him. How could she have known? Mike’s tears fell upon his apron coupled with the stains from that morning’s breakfast as he cried into his hands. His sobs were masked only by the rustling noise in the bushes. There it was again, just like the other day. It was evident to Mike that he was being followed! This time, he overcame his fear. What did he have to lose? He was already going to lose the most important thing in his life. Quickly, he sprang up and shot into the brush after the disturbance. Immediately, the intruder sprang out of the bushes and ran into the woods. Mike ran after them. Just as he was about to grab hold of the black hooded cloak of the figure, he was tripped by a stray weed on the woods floor. From the ground, he watched as the figure disappeared into the woods.

“It’s an hour to lunch and I’m starved. What was with breakfast, anyway? Seemed like we didn’t have as much for seconds as usual. Did anyone else notice that?” Nigel lit up his pipe as he glanced over at Travis, “Rightly so. The ‘breakfast bandits’ decided that we didn’t need it all I suppose.” Travis gave Nigel a confused look, “Breakfast bandits?” Nigel smiled, “I saw Raif and Liz stuffing most of it into a basket just before they took off into the woods this morning. Maybe they don’t plan on returning in time for lunch.” He gave a sly grin as Travis laughed, “Well, I wouldn’t put it past that scoundrel.” Nigel puffed a ring of smoke, “Which one?” They both laughed. “What are you two snickering about?” The two men quickly composed themselves as Liz came through the door followed by Raif carrying an empty basket. Boldly through his hunger, Travis offered, “So what was the basket for? You two not get enough breakfast that you decided to steal seconds from the rest of us?” With eyes wide, Liz stammered. Raif quickly covered, “We went to visit Ben at the mine. Sorry about the grub. I’ll get Mike to make extras for lunch.” “You do that.” Raif seemed unaffected by Travis’ annoyance, “Anyone seen Eddy?” Stevie looked up at Raif from his book as he sat on the floor by the fire, “Oi! He jus’ got back wit’ Snow. They were ‘eaded to the lib’ry, I think.” Raif smiled as he grasped an envelope in his hand, “Thank you, Stevie.” He and Liz both turned and left the hut. The air was brisk, and Raif held Liz’s hand as they walked. She smiled at him, “Don’t worry about anything. We made the right decision. Snow had told me lots of good things about Ben. He will keep our secret. I don’t think he would have given this to us if we hadn’t told him the truth.” Raif looked at the envelope, “No Liz, I don’t think he would have either.”

Slowly, Thomas opened the door. The dancer was sitting in a chair in the corner and quickly rose and curtseyed as he entered, “Sir. I would be happy to do a dance for you. But I am afraid I have never done a dance for anyone privately before. Is there any particular dance that pleases you?” Thomas was now suspicious. The voice…it just wasn’t right. He approached her with tenderness and lifted her veil. She gasped quietly, but did not protest. It wasn’t Lily. Thomas’ heart sank. He was so hoping…so ready to take her into his arms and never let her go. He desperately wanted to get her away from this place and this witch that held her prisoner. “I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else. You can return to the party. I’m sorry I wasted your time.” The dancer looked confused, “You do not want a private dance?” Thomas smiled with kindness, “No.” The girl shrugged and left the room. Thomas sighed and sank into a chair. What now? He hadn’t thought that far. All he could think about was how much he wanted to hold Lily just then…but the moment to now be merely a mirage. He stared up at the ceiling. The edges were molded with elaborate designs. He looked around the room. The wall hangings were large paintings encased in frames of gold and jewels. In the corner was a large bed. It stood high off the floor with tall gold bedposts and a satin luxurious comforter atop of it. Across the room was a dresser covered in fine jewelry and many rings. Next to it were shelves covered in crowns of gold and jewels, others in silver or bronze. Then it hit him…this was the queen’s private bedroom! Damn! He had to get out of there. Quickly, he sprang to his feet and headed for the door, only to be met with her face to face, “Going somewhere?”

Just before lunchtime, Mike returned to the hut. Taking a deep breath he entered the dining room. Determined, he looked to Snow while defying his eyes to water. With all attention on him he announced, “Snow, I will give you what you ask. I will give you the divorce.” Without compassion, she blurted out, “Good,” and immediately walked to the mantle, slamming the papers on it with a pen. “I’ve already signed them. Once you’ve done the same, it will be over.” Mike was stunned that the papers had already been drawn up. His confused expression brought Eddy to offer the explanation, “Liz was kind enough to have Ben draw up the papers today.” Liz was then paralyzed by Mike’s expression of hurt at her actions. Finally in an act of surrender, he approached the mantle and took the pen. Then without looking at his wife, he signed his right to call her that away. In less than ten seconds…she was no longer his wife. Raif couldn’t stand the torture any longer. He gave a signal to Liz that it was ‘time’. “Alright, Snow. You’re not married anymore. Tradition states that you must give the ring back.” Snow turned and looked at Raif. He tried to hide his grin of satisfaction that this whole charade would finally be over and Margurite’s true identity would be exposed. “Fine.” Defiantly, Snow approached the mantle again, removed the ring from her finger, and slammed it down on the mantle. “There!” Then she and Eddie left the hut as she slammed the door behind her. Liz and Raif stood completely stunned. What happened? She was supposed to refuse to return the ring, at which time they would have insisted and taken the ring from her and then she would morph back into Margurite. What went wrong? The only explanation was that the ring wasn’t the source of her disguise. She must have conjured up some other object to be her source. Liz looked at Raif as he shook his head in disbelief. She then looked to Mike, who now was officially no longer her son-in-law, as he dropped his head onto the mantle next to Snow’s wedding ring and wept.

Chapter 129 –“The Stranger”

‘What did Christmas matter now anyway?’, thought Mike as he reluctantly took the Christmas cookies out of the oven. Stevie and Kahlua had taken great pride in cutting the dough into cute holiday shapes and then decorating them, so Mike was very careful to preserve their hard work. His divorce was now final, thanks to Liz and Raif. He’d not spoken much to Liz since he and Snow had signed the papers. He didn’t see her much, besides. When she wasn’t helping Kahlua and Ritchie with the twins, she and Raif were taking rather long walks in the woods. Where they went, he had no clue. He just saw them often taking a basket of food with them without much explanation. Although it was none of Mike’s business, he still pondered why she would allow Raif to get so close to her when, by all standards, she was still married? Mike shook off the thought. He really didn’t care. The last batch of cookies was out of the oven and he was going out. With a heavy sigh, he threw off his apron and bolted through the kitchen door into the hut. Liz quickly called out to him as she cradled Anna in her arms, but Mike paid no heed, heading straight out the door and into the afternoon sun.

It was a brisk day, a lovely day really, but Mike did not care. All the days now seemed gray and gloomy to him. The sun had become a nuisance, shining in his eyes. By all accounts, he’d almost answer to the name ‘Scrooge’ in recent days. What was in this village for him now? What could possibly make him happy? Even his usual place of solitude seemed to offer little comfort in his present state. But, nevertheless, he proceeded there anyway. Knowing that Edward and his ‘ex-wife’…argh, that had a nasty sound…were at the stream as usual doing God knows what, didn’t bring Mike any comfort either. Nor did the rustling sounds behind him, as he made his way to his secluded place. Once again, he was being followed. He knew who it was…well, he knew it was that usual stranger in the black hooded cloak that he could never catch. Well, this time the stranger was in for a surprise…Mike was going to get his prey!

“It’s getting too cold…they just aren’t biting like they used to.” Edward sadly pulled his fishing pole up onto the riverbank. Snow snuggled up next to him, “It’s OK. They can just go catch some venison for dinner instead.” She looked up into his eyes, “I’m free now, you know. Free to be yours and yours completely.” He leaned down and kissed her…then in the midst remembered, pulling back with urgency, “Hey…I’ve got it! Snow, you’re wonderful at shooting fish with a bow and arrow! Kahlua and Mike really were counting on fish tonight since the rabbit traps were all empty this morning…not to mention the wolf traps. I’ll tell you what…I’ll go get the archery equipment and you shoot us up some dinner! Be right back.” Snow gave a fake smile, “Great! You do that.”

“Thomas, you’re not leaving so soon, are you? The night is still young and the party is going strong.” Thomas swallowed hard, yet trying to keep his composure. “No, of course not. You give such wonderful parties, Your Majesty…how could I leave so early.” She gave a sly pout, “But you decided against the private dance from the lovely dancer girl?” He cleared his throat, as he stalled to think of what to say, “Well actually, your party was so entertaining, I decided to return sooner than expected.” The queen shoved him into the room, grinning like the Mad Hatter, “Ah! But why leave, when we can have our own party right here?” Thomas was confused…his confusion then growing into fear the more he observed the queen’s devious smirk, “I’m sorry…I don’t…uh, quite follow you?” She moved towards him with long slow strides, allowing her royal purple train to follow behind her as it flowed in its silken trance. Thomas backed away, but with each step she grew nearer. She grinned at his apprehension…she loved the power she was having over him, “Thomas,” she cupped his face with her long violet painted fingernails, “Do I have to spell it out for you? You are a very attractive man…and I am a deprived woman. My poor husband is lying across the hall, dying. I have been in mourning…and I am desperate to feel loved, to feel desired…to feel alive!” Thomas quickly tried to pass her and head back for the door, but she tightened her grip on his face, her nails digging slightly into his cheeks, “Thomas…you don’t find me attractive, then?” Thomas knew his best defense was honesty. Maybe he could even get some answers from this woman. He sighed, “Yes, I do. But…my heart belongs to another. She is the only one I will give myself to.” Margurite’s eyes almost showed tenderness as she smiled, “How touching. Does this thief of your heart have a name?” “Lily.” Her name rolled off his tongue as if it were made to say it. The queen, however, loosened her grip on Tom’s face and retreated away, swishing her train behind her, “Lily. Such a lovely name. So tell me, Loverboy…what would you do for this Lily?” Thomas rubbed at his face, wondering if the queen’s claws would leave a mark, “I would do anything for my Lily.” The queen quickly turned to look at him as she smirked, “Anything? So say for example, her life were in danger, and you had the power to save her…what would you do?” Thomas eyes’ flared as he feared what the queen was trying to convey in her riddles about Lily. “I would do anything to save Lily!” Thomas rushed at the queen and grabbed her by the arms, “What have you done with her? Where is she? Where is Lily?!!” Fully expecting an entire regimen of guards to burst into the room at that moment and haul him back to the dungeon…or worse, kill him on the spot…what he expected did not happen. Instead, Margurite never flinched. She simply looked him in the eyes and whispered seductively, “So to save your Lily, would you take me here? Would you take me now?” If Lily is indeed in danger, he would do anything to save her. Suddenly, Thomas adopted a softer demeanor toward the queen. Gently, he loosened his grasp on her arms and instead reached up to softly touch her face, “Yes, my queen.”

Eddie just couldn’t understand it. Just a few months ago, Snow was a real sharp shooter when it came to shooting fish with her bow and arrow. She would never miss. Now, it was looking like she would never hit! “I’m sorry, Edward. I’m just not up to it today. You know…not in the mood.” Ed gave a sympathetic smile, “It’s OK. It’s probably just the divorce and all. You’ll be back to your old self next time.” She then gave him a big hug. His mind couldn’t help but wonder about it all…but then Snow’s tugging him to the ground into a passionate kiss persuaded his thoughts otherwise.

The stranger was now in the brush behind Mike. They had no clue he was onto them. But why would they get so close…unless they planned to attack! This was it…Mike had to seize the moment now before the stranger attacked him first. Quickly, he turned and grabbed hold of the stranger’s cloak. They quickly yanked free and ran. Mike was determined. He had been in a mood all week and he wasn’t about to let some intruder get the best of him. He was close on the figure’s heels. It was now or never…he lunged forward tackling the stranger to the ground, their face buried in the leaves. He wanted to know the identity of his assailant. He raised up slightly in order to grab the arm of the stranger and turn them over. The black hood masked the stranger until Mike flattened their arm to the ground…once again sitting atop of them. In a gentle movement, the hood of the stranger flowed to the side. Mike was stunned, as his breath was nearly taken away, “Snow?”

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